In the quiet whispers of the night,
A song arises, pure and bright.
It carries tales from distant lands,
And softly cradles hearts in hands.

The melody dances through the air,
A symphony beyond compare.
It weaves a tapestry of dreams,
And bathes the soul in moonlit beams.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
The song ascends into the sky.
It echoes in the hearts of those,
Who find solace in its prose.

As dawn breaks and shadows fade,
The song remains, a serenade.
A timeless tune of love and grace,
Forever etched in time and space.